The Master’s Mask Unveiled Again
Chapter 884 - 883: Director Qi, will you be angry because of my past?

Chapter 884: Chapter 883: Director Qi, will you be angry because of my past?

Lu Mian didn’t like insincere flattery, nor did she enjoy the overly complicated table etiquette. Things should just be natural and simple.

La Ge gave Lu Mian a grateful look.

He felt that Lu Mian really understood him.

Sun Wei found it a bit inappropriate and was about to smooth things over when Master Kunyang spoke up: "Listen to Miss Lu, don’t bother with all that fake flattery nonsense!"

Sun Wei, who was holding his teacup, awkwardly drew his hand back.

Lu Mian didn’t pay him any attention, merely smiling lightly. "You can just call me Lu Mian, or Mianmian."

Because of her little uncle’s connections, she wouldn’t let a master repeatedly call her "Miss Lu."

Master Kunyang was deeply moved, feeling like he had gotten closer to Lu Mian.

Sun Wei sighed even more deeply, whispering quietly to La Ge, "Why do I get the feeling these big shots are all really accommodating to Lu Mian?"

La Ge had noticed it too.

Before this meal, he had thought that Lu Mian had burned through quite a bit of her networking resources to help him connect with so many people, pushing him to his current status. Who knew how much effort she’d put in?

But now it seemed...

It was more like these big shots were pandering to Lu Mian.

Master Kunyang soon pulled out a ticket.

"Mianmian, here’s an internal pass for the music festival. I got you one."

Lu Mian glanced briefly at it, her gaze pausing on the ticket. "You can keep it. I don’t need it."

"You’re not going to the venue?" Master Kunyang was curious.

La Ge also looked at her, a little disappointed to hear she wasn’t going.

Lu Mian waved her hand. "Don’t worry, I have other ways to get in."

"Just make sure to plan ahead — the festival management is pretty strict," Master Kunyang reminded her earnestly. In the end, he still kept the ticket, just in case Lu Mian needed it later.

Shen Yixin’s eyes sparkled as she eagerly spoke to Lu Mian across the table, "It’s confirmed — Mr. Mi Lu will be at the venue this time!"

"Well, congratulations on finally meeting your idol," Fu Yu said warmly, raising his teacup in a toast and using tea to celebrate Shen Yixin.

Shen Yixin responded happily.

Lu Mian quietly lowered her head and focused on eating.

After chatting briefly about the music festival, the group quickly wrapped up the meal.

Fu Yu went to the front desk to settle the bill.

The restaurant owner, Yuren, personally attended to him. "Mr. Fu, how was the meal?"

"It was great," Fu Yu replied with a smile, pulling out his credit card.

Yuren, knowing Fu Yu’s identity and remembering Lu Mian’s instructions, smiled warmly despite his usual reserved demeanor. "Your total for today’s meal comes to 1,480 yuan."

Fu Yu was prepared for the hefty expense.

Yuren quickly added, "However, considering you are one of our lucky patrons, your meal today is discounted to 10% of the price."

Fu Yu was taken aback. "Lucky patron?"

"That’s right." Yuren didn’t offer further explanation, taking Fu Yu’s credit card and charging only 148 yuan.

Fu Yu looked at the receipt — 148 yuan for such a luxurious meal...

He really was too lucky!

Fu Yu glanced at Yuren’s expression but couldn’t detect any flaws. The man wasn’t joking at all.

He extended his hand to shake Yuren’s.

"Thank you, sir."

"You’re welcome."

This handshake between Fu Yu and Yuren was witnessed entirely by Lu Xinnuan from the neighboring café.

Lu Xinnuan had deliberately come to keep an eye on them since she’d learned Fu Yu was hosting a meal today.

Sure enough, she saw La Ge, Master Kunyang, Shen Yixin, and Lu Mian, all gathered together.

Watching her little uncle arrange things for other people, build connections for others, while neglecting her entirely made her feel deeply resentful.

She understood that her little uncle’s attitude toward her could not be separated from Lu Mian.

Xue Lu, who was accompanying Lu Xinnuan, also caught sight of the scene, excited and somewhat envious.

"Xinnuan, your little uncle seems to know the owner of MM Ji Restaurant! They even shook hands!"

Lu Xinnuan’s vanity flared instantly.

"Yes, they’re friends," she replied indifferently.

"That’s incredible! No wonder you said you could reserve a spot at MM Ji!"

Lu Xinnuan lowered her gaze slightly, not thinking much of it. When her eyes landed on the group as they exited MM Ji’s doors, the dark glint in her eyes grew deeper.

"Xinnuan, when can we come here for a meal?" Xue Lu stared at MM Ji Restaurant, longing for it. "Li Aiqi said her Li Family couldn’t even book a table here!"

Xue Lu didn’t understand Jinjing’s social scene, so she didn’t get the significance of the Li Family.

Upon hearing this, Lu Xinnuan smiled faintly. "It’s not hard. After the music festival is over, I’ll invite you here for a celebration banquet!"

After all, let Lu Mian enjoy herself for a few more days.

She’d cry in the end!

——

Fu Yu suddenly received a call from Fu Man, who hinted in her words that she wanted him to reserve a table at MM Ji Restaurant for Lu Xinnuan.

"Xiaoyu, are you really not going to support Nuannuan? You won’t even help with such a small matter for her?"

With Fu Man putting it that way, Fu Yu couldn’t make it too obvious he wanted to decline.

"I’ll try my best."

He wasn’t sure whether he’d be able to pull strings to reserve a table again.

"Xiaoyu, I’m leaving this to you! This is about Nuannuan’s reputation, so please give her some extra help. You’re also Nuannuan’s uncle, you can’t be so biased!"

Fu Yu thought the word "biased" was quite ironic.

But he didn’t bother to engage, casually replied that he’d try and hung up.

Fu Man was overjoyed and informed Lu Xinnuan, who felt that she finally had an advantage. Currently in Jinjing, securing a table at MM Ji Restaurant symbolized status and capability!

After all, so many people wanted to book a table and couldn’t.

——

August 1, the opening day of Jinjing’s Diverse Music Festival.

That evening, Lu Mian put on a set of athletic wear, ready to head out.

Xiao Qimo blocked her at the door, his deep, broody eyes fixed on her, looking aggrieved.

"It’s getting dark. Where are you going?"

"To the music festival..." Lu Mian answered matter-of-factly.

"Can I come?"

"Huh?" Lu Mian looked up. "I thought you weren’t interested."

Xiao Qimo wasn’t interested in music, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to be close to his wife.

It’s late at night; no way would he let her go alone!

Lu Mian didn’t object, nodding openly. "You can come, but..."

Hearing the hint of hesitation in her tone, Xiao Qimo raised his eyebrows, waiting for her to continue.

Seeing the heated, unfiltered look in his eyes, Lu Mian couldn’t help but sigh, hesitating slightly before asking, "Director Qimo, would you be upset because of something from my past?"

Xiao Qimo opened the car door and chuckled, amused. "What kind of question is that? When have I ever been angry because of your past?"

"Oh." Lu Mian fiddled with the drawstrings of her sweatpants, casually replying, "That’s good."

Good for what?

Xiao Qimo felt she was acting odd today.

Could there be something about her past at the music festival?

——

The music festival was held at Jinjing Stadium.

By the afternoon, the area was already bustling with activity.

Singers, celebrities, and songwriters arrived later, while journalists and fans had already surrounded the venue completely.

"I’ll find a parking spot."

Xiao Qimo dropped Lu Mian off at the entrance and handed her a mask, reminding her, "Stay here and don’t move. I’ll be back soon."

"Okay."

Lu Mian obediently put on the mask and found a quiet corner to wait for Xiao Qimo.

Unfortunately, Lu Xinnuan and Xue Lu, who had come together, spotted Lu Mian while checking their tickets.

Xue Lu nudged Lu Xinnuan.

"Nuannuan, isn’t that your sister? Why isn’t she going in?"

Lu Xinnuan paused, noticing Lu Mian’s plain outfit and thinking it looked completely out of place.

For such a grand occasion today, she’d come in sportswear.

"Probably waiting for someone," Lu Xinnuan replied dismissively.

Xue Lu chuckled, "I think she probably doesn’t have a ticket..."